11 months




It’s hard to believe that in a few weeks time you are going to be a whole year old. Last night you woke up at 11pm and decided it was morning. You laughed and threw yourself around the bed and patted the pillows furiously, full of joy and energy. Most evenings I would find this so frustrating and try to put you back to bed but last night as you bounced off the walls, I found you so sweet and so very funny. Your Daddy and I kept laughing and laughing despite our tiredness. Laughing because you knew you were being naughty. Laughing because we didn’t know what else to do.

Over the last few days I have been thinking a lot about this time last year and what it was like to be pregnant with you. I am trying desperately to finish some words about your birth for this space but I still find those words hard to find and hard to share. Part of me wants to keep you so close and hold onto this year for as long as I can. I am not quite ready to let it go yet. So when you got up at 11pm so happy and free, I decided to honour that and laugh alongside you. I knew that if I didn’t, in the years to come when you are all grown up, I would regret it.

Happy eleven months my baby boy.

M x


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